THROUGH THE WRECKAGE
Tears trail down a face
Like rivers carving.
Silver glides across skin
Like an earthquake splitting.
Thoughts whirl in the mind
Like a tornado ravaging.
Anger burns in the heart
Like wildfire devouring.
A heart shatters
Like a natural disaster.
But through the wreckage,
Hope blossoms
Like a tree reclaiming.
I know this is extremely similar to one of my previous poems "IN THE WRECKAGE," but I felt it needed some closure and an ending.
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Butterflies
PuisiEmotions are like butterflies, gnawing at your stomach lining, filled with nerves. They lie dead, filled with grief. They escape, filled with hope. Blossoming into a reigning monarch in success and happiness.
